Folklore

	Hey you, will you be true
	When you can see through what
	I doFeel the pain in your brain, insane
	Will I see my name in your scars
	And you will see what you mean to me
	Lust between the lines
	Do you feel the need
	When the night comes down
	And when the night comes down
	A father is waiting
	And you will see what you mean to me
	Lost control and called your name
	Left a home in the pouring rain
	In a sea of guilt and shame
	Will we sustain